An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean Lyric
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Adeline Foster
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Isosceles
was watering
his hypotted-nuse
one day,
When a witty,
wily Pythagorsaurus
wandered out his way.
'A theorem for my hearem, '
Isosceles did say.
'Why Sir, I fear
that you will hear
your roots are very rare.
It seems that they are growing,
but all of them are square.'
'Eureka! '
cried Isosceles,
'Eureka and Eurare!
We must the news deliver
to the house across the square.
To leave a
note for Archimedes,
Who will one day be there,
To tell him why the triangle
turned out to be a square.'
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